A Little Overboard
By SUPERNOVA


A commissioned work


        Bright lights reflected off of the white walls in the minimalist sushi bar. Lucas’s eyes slowly leered upon his girlfriend Mira as she deftly picked up a small salmon roll off of the fancy-looking wooden boat that stretched across the table. His heart always fluttered when he watched her eat, the back of his mind always bubbling with his oddly specific fetishistic fantasies. His own mouth watered as he gazed upon the tightly-bound piece of fish, rice, and seaweed rising up to her smiling mouth. She cocked her head, grinning widely, the light glinting off of her dark brown bangs, as she used her tongue to gently scoop up the chunk of raw fish.


        Lucas couldn’t help but bite his lip as Mira leaned forward to chew it right in front of his face. As the cloud of sweet perfume reached his nostrils, he heard a light gulp before watching a small bulge descend her throat and settle behind her breast. Her eyes lit up with a devious glee as she smiled widely, one grain of rice still stuck near the corner of her mouth.


        “You know you drive me crazy when you do that.” Lucas said, quietly, with an unmistakable tinge of lust in his voice.


        Raising her eyebrows in faux-surprise, she cocked her head back. “Do what?” She asked with a playful tone of voice as she plucked up another piece of sushi. “I’m just eating.”


        Lucas could feel his chest rise and fall quickly as he watched Mira stick her tongue out as far as she could, gently place the tuna roll on her tongue, and slither it back inside. Her perfectly straight teeth instantly pulverized the sushi roll under her pursed grin.


        Looking down upon the elongated platter, Lucas was always amazed at how much Mira could eat while still maintaining her slender figure. As he watched her dark brown eyes glisten under the brightness of the lights hanging above, he thought about how lucky he was to find someone who indulged in his fantasies as much as she self-indulged.


        After opening up to Mira about his size fantasies years ago, he found himself enamored with how open she was about it. Finding her enthusiasm surprising, he was constantly delighted at the new and exciting ways she found to incorporate his fantasies into their relationship, both in and out of the bedroom.


        Watching the final roll descend her throat, Lucas couldn’t help but gaze at Mira’s big smile as she slammed her elbows down on the table and crossed her fingers. Tapping on her ring, she raised one eyebrow in a way to silently communicate as only long-term couples could. Immediately cued to pay, he walked up to the counter in front with his credit card.


        “Uhh… It’s denied.” The woman at the counter said in a low, droll voice.


        An explosion of embarrassment blasted through Lucas’s chest. “What? What do you mean denied?”


        Pursing her lips, the cashier swung the touch-screen around, to Lucas’s shock, the word “DENIED” was blinking in and out in bold, red letters.


        “I, um.” He could feel the words becoming caught in his throat. Groping for his wallet, he hoped that he had enough cash to pay for the rather expensive meal. “I’m good for it, I…” The cashier just stood there with an unamused, bored look on her face.


        Lucas could feel a cold sweat begin to film over his forehead. Seconds felt like minutes as a flurry of scattered thoughts bounced back and forth within his skull. Thinking “I didn’t know I was near my limit!” “What’s Mira going to think?” “What do I even do in this situation?”


        He jumped. An arm extended from behind, lightly brushing his torso. The light touch of his girlfriend’s thin sweater. “I got it!” She said, kindly.


        “Okay.” The cashier said as she swiped the card on the machine. “This one’s accepted. Have a nice day.”


        Mira took a mint from the counter, popped it in her mouth, and grabbed Lucas by the arm. Dragging him forward, she exclaimed “I didn’t know your credit limit was so low, babe!”


        Lucas raised his eyebrow as he was led out the front door. “I didn’t even know I was close to it,” he said as the bright noon sun lightly burned at his retinas. Squinting his eyes, he pursed his lips as Mira rather forcefully dragged him towards his car. “I don’t remember any big expenses, do you?”


        She giggled. “Maybe.”


        Breathing heavily, Lucas sat in the driver’s seat of his 2017 Subaru Impreza and looked into Mira’s deep, but shifty eyes.


        “What did you do? Did you use my credit card for something?” Lucas’s voice grew deep, developing a tone of concerned annoyance.


        Mira burst out laughing. “I didn’t…” She snorted. “I didn’t do anything.” She could barely speak through her breathless guffaw.


        Unable to develop any sort of anger watching Mira laughing so hard, even in the face of such a serious violation, he couldn’t help but smile. “You are the worst liar!”


        Through her wheezing chuckles, she twisted her mouth into a pained seriousness. “Look… I… I’ll show you when we get home. It’ll be worth it. I promise.”


        Rolling his eyes, Lucas put his car in reverse, a stinging sense of irritation growing in the back of his mind. In spite of this, he looked at Mira’s grinning face in the split second it took to turn his head back to the windshield and felt a sense of relief. If it made Mira happy, it would probably make him happy, too.


        After a short drive back to his apartment, he sat on his bed, which was situated just a few feet away from his computer desk.


        “Okay, look.” Lucas put his palms over his face before smearing them in an exasperated motion. “You can’t just use my credit card like that. My credit limit is only five thousand. You know this! I’m going to need to buy textbooks an-”


        “Shh!” Mira brought an unopened package of chopstick up to her lips. “It’s worth it.”


        Shaking his head and leaning back, Lucas sighed deeply. “Well. Aren’t you going to tell me what you found so worth it to go behind my back to spend thousands on my card?”


        “It’s this.” She stretched out her pale hand to show off a neon pink ring that clashed with the rest of her muted, classy outfit.


        Anger flashed through Lucas’s chest, inspiring him to sit up with great force. Spending a large amount of effort to keep from raising his voice, he could feel his lungs expand and contract in a manner almost beyond his control. “You spent my money on jewelry?” He couldn’t help but almost yell the word “Jewelry.”


        Mira responded with a loud giggle, as if there were a secret joke between them where only she knew the punchline. “I knew you’d get mad!”


        “Why wouldn’t I get mad? I didn’t-”


        Mira put the chopstick package against his lips. Feeling the paper lightly press against his face, he could feel his heart pound under his chest.


        “Shh. Would I do anything that’d hurt you?” Mira asked with a sweet tone to her voice. Slowly walking up to him, she stood between his spread legs, her grinning face looming over him. Grabbing his upper thigh, she leaned forward.


        Feeling her comforting body heat mingle with his own, the hairs on the back of his head pointed straight up as Mira brought her lips to his ear close enough for them to touch. Smelling her sweet perfume, he felt her hot breath waft against the side of his face as she said “This isn’t just any ring.”


        The hand grasping his thigh curled into a clawing grip. A light click vibrated between her fingers, sending a miniature shockwave into his femur. Mira gasped, taking a few steps back, as they both stared at the ring developing an eerie glow.


        With no idea how to respond, Lucas’s chest lit with an uncanny sense of dread. His emotion flicked right from anger to fear as the illumination grew from dim to stark in less than one second.


        A loud “Tang” sound burst through the room, shaking the windows, and blinding Lucas. Now laying completely on his back, he was surprised he didn’t hit his head on the wall. Frantically blinking to regain the clarity in his vision, he attempted to kick his feet to catch his bearings. Fluttering his arms, as if he were making a snow angel, he rolled on his belly. Still only able to see a pink haze in his field of vision, he crawled on his hands and knees, feeling the strange rope-like texture of the bed below him. Why does it seem so huge?


        “Oh my fucking god.” Mira whispered, in spite of the fact that she sounded as though she was being blasted through a sound system.


        Now crawling, a sense of “Wrongness” permeated through his system. In his continuous, frantic blinking, he could begin to see the color of his grey sheets begin to fade back into his line of sight. Crawling, he felt his fingers stumble upon a thick, black rope. Listening to clothes rustling above, he continued to grope around semi-blindly as a gust of wind seemed to blow over him. Not feeling like an indoor wind, more like something outside, as if a low-flying helicopter just buzzed him.


        Returning to a seated position, he couldn’t find the edge of the bed. As forms grew back into his eyesight, he pursed his lips as he stared upwards. His brain felt as though it was physically twisting in his skull, feeling an element of physical pain in its great effort to comprehend the reality before him.


        Mira was standing before him, completely nude, the size of a skyscraper.


        Still blinking clarity into his eyes, Lucas felt as though a hurricane had brewed within him. His jaw quivered as he saw Mira, the woman he truly loved, develop into some kind of monster in his eyes.


        Gripped by a relentless fear, he watched the woman descend upon him, her sizable breasts dangling before him like literal blimps. Her face, grinning widely, was now mere inches from him as he crawled backwards, hyperventilating. “M-M-Mir-r-r” His brain was so alight with thought that he couldn’t move his tongue in any way he recognized. Everything was so alien to him, including how his body moved.


        “Hi Lucas,” Mira said, her mouth so wide it could easily fit ten of him within. Her breath, still carrying the mist from the mint she ate earlier, caused his eyes to burn and water, re-introducing tear-induced blurriness to him.


        “Mira, what the fuck is going on!” Continuing to crawl backwards, he could barely move his thigh because of how relentlessly erect he found himself. In spite of the fact that this was his ultimate fantasy made manifest, he couldn’t help but feel a deep stain within him. Violation and fear sullied his thrill as he saw the warped version of his now-immense girlfriend. Through the cacophony of thoughts, he managed to figure that he had somehow been shrunken down to around one inch tall. Maybe a little more, maybe even a little less.


        Staring up at Mira’s tremendous face, every tiny detail of her visage became frighteningly clear. He could see every one of the dark eyelashes caked with a tasteful amount of mascara. He could see precisely how deep her makeup went, how each one of her tightly-knit pores were deftly hidden under her foundation. He could see tiny veins within her big, beautiful eyes. He could see the streaks of pink lipstick on her lips. The thin layer of peach fuzz over her cheeks was now more apparent than it has ever been; he was so small he could nearly grab it between his miniscule fingers.


        “Wh-what did you do to me?” Lucas shouted, feeling a heat develop under his neck while his heart pounded into a panicked state. He could literally hear it deep within his inner ear.


        The sight of Mira moving drove him into a near-delirious state. Her limbs, each one larger than almost any building he had ever seen, moved with a beautiful, but ironic feminine grace. Lucas couldn’t reconcile the conflict between someone so dainty and, in his mind, harmless, looking so dangerously huge and frighteningly close.


        Craning his neck upwards, he saw her crawling up on the bed, changing the angle at which he sat as if he were at the mercy of an oceanic tide. The bed squeaked underneath her as her ass planted into the comforter a few inches away. The paleness of her skin reflected directly into his eyes, developing into a relentless afterimage.


        “Isn’t it obvious?” Her face appeared to be shrouded in a sinister shadow as her tremendous form loomed over him. She turned directly towards him, spreading her legs on either side, essentially trapping him between two pale walls.


        Looking forward, he gazed upon the coils of her dark, unshaven pubic hairs slightly obscuring her already-glistening crotch. Though she enjoyed a slender figure, the way she was sitting, slouched over Lucas, resulted in a series of folds across her belly. “I’m giving you exactly what you want.”


        Seeing her tremendous face descend towards him, he instinctively put his hands up in a defensive posture. “Wait! What are you doing?”


        A deep, pulsing shiver shot up and down Lucas’s spine as the soft, wet lips came into contact with his arms. Blanketed with the warm flesh, Lucas had never truly felt more vulnerable than he did right then. The puckering sound emanating from her mouth shook him to his core, the minty scent seemed to cling to him, her saliva instantly soaked into his clothes.


        Gritting his teeth, he jumped in surprise as a pink tongue slithered out between her immense lips, slathering him in more slick fluid. Smelling strongly of mint, with an after-flavor of fish, he could feel her taste buds slip against his small, black beard. Now feeling intensely unclean, but more aroused than he ever had in his entire life, he quivered uncontrollably as he watched Mira’s face rise back up into its original position.


        “Mwah!” She said as a small cord of spit smacked back into his face. So turned on that he almost orgasmed on the spot, Lucas couldn’t comprehend what her true intentions were, nor could he make sense of his own feelings. In a state of deep confusion, he just wished for the situation to slow down.


        “What’s going on?” Lucas shouted as his voice cracked.


        Mira sighed, blowing minty air over her tiny boyfriend. “I thought you’d like it!”


        Leaning forward, still feeling a thin sheen of sticky spit cling over the top half of his body, Lucas looked at his own hands. They barely felt like his own any more. Smearing Mira’s spit off of his face, he craned his neck back upwards to see his tremendous girlfriend, holding the package of chopsticks against her lips.


        “I… I… don’t know! I…” Lucas choked. “Can you just change me back and we can talk about this?”


        Mira looked down upon Lucas with a sly, gleeful expression. “Oh, come on. Can’t we have a little fun?” She tore open the paper packaging. At Lucas’s tiny size, it gave the same effect as someone tearing through solid steel. Looking at the fluttering paper fall to the ground, out of sight, Lucas gulped, knowing that any slight movement could lead to great injury or death.


        She split the two chopsticks apart with a loud crack. “Come on? You come on! You used to talk about how you wanted to be small all the time! Now’s your chance.” She rubbed the two wooden sticks together to rid them of any tiny splinters before clacking them together playfully.


        A sense of helplessness washed through him. His heart fluttered in a deep sense of unease. “Look. Mira.” He breathed deeply. “We should have talked about this before getting so crazy.” Lucas’s voice developed a sense of desperation, as if he were breathing out every word after a marathon.


        Looking at the tips of the chopsticks, Mira smiled, showing off her perfectly straight, white teeth. Lucas pursed his lips, gritting his teeth tight enough for him to hear a distinct creak. Crawling backwards as fast as his tiny limbs could carry him, he couldn’t hope to outrun the descending chopsticks. “Oof!” He grunted as the two rods held him on either side of his body, immediately lifting him up off of the cushioned comforter.


        The ground vanished. His feet dangled in midair and his mind transcended into a dimension of pure panic. “I can’t! Mira! Stop this! This isn’t what I meant!” The tips of the chopsticks that held him on either side felt like tree trunks. Rough wood with a sharp texture held him firmly. He had to force himself to keep from any attempt to wiggle his way out, as he quickly felt his natural fear of heights fight internally with the fear of his own girlfriend’s rapidly-approaching lips.


        “Mira. Mira please stop this!”


        The tongue felt warmer and smoother than he anticipated as it quickly slid over his ankles, legs, crotch, torso, and face. Now completely soaked in Mira’s saliva, he breathed heavily as he watched the pink muscle slither back into her mouth.


        Now tasting the minty flavor in his own mouth, the confused conflict between disgust and arousal within him resulted in a sensation of intense violation. Seeing her lips stretch out looked incredibly unnatural, as though they were too large to move so quickly. A lurch forward filled him with dread.


        “Wait! Wait! No! Not right now! We need to ta-” The tips of the chopsticks entered her mouth with a deadly quickness. Lucas, now surrounded in the pitch-dark cavern of his girlfriend’s oral cavity, felt his sense of independence melt away, surrendering completely to Mira as soon as the chopsticks left him.


        Slick, wet slapping sounds echoed all around him as a flood of thick, gooey spit washed over. Spitting out bubbly mouthfuls of her saliva, he could feel a pain in his crotch as his soaked cock throbbed with intense arousal. Gritting his teeth, feeling it grind against the inside of his pants, he couldn’t help but moan as the lubrication easily slipped them away. Wanting to grab them, he didn’t even know which way was up as Mira began lightly sucking on his tiny form.


        “S’chluck. S’chluck. S’chluck.” The piercing noises blasted through his skull as a river of slime traveled over the center crevice of her tongue. His hair and beard were completely soaked with Mira’s wet heat. As she opened her mouth slightly, he found himself clinging to the roof of her mouth, transparent wires of spit dripping down from his body before he peeled away, landing back down onto the soft, lumpy surface.


        “Ishn’t thish good?” Mira said, her voice nearly blowing out his eardrums.


        Pressing his hands in every direction, he caressed the inside of her cheek, feeling it immediately slip away. Inhaling a humid breath, he coughed as he found himself breathing in a cluster of spit bubbles before being spat out back into Mira’s bright, leathery palm.


        Now covered in a thick layer of hot goo, cradled in Mira’s hand, Lucas quivered so harshly that he could hear his teeth clack together.


        The sight of his girlfriend’s immense face staring down at him sent a pang of fear into him. Covering his bare chest, he realized that he had somehow lost his shirt in the tempest of her mouth. Looking up at her expression, he could tell she was extremely aroused.


        “Mira. Please. Just change me back. Let’s talk about this.” Lucas’s heart continued pounding as he pleaded with her.


        “T’ch. Fine.” She scoffed. “I just thought I’d do something for you for a change. You’re always treating me and, like. Ugh. I just thought you’d like it. Fine. I’ll change you back.”


        Unceremoniously dumped back on his comforter, he could see the hot saliva soak back into the fabric. Barely able to move, he forced his way onto his back, watching Mira point the ring at him.


        “Okay, I’ll click this thing and…” The ring illuminated for two seconds, in which Lucas felt an immense sense of relief. It’s a neat tool, but Mira needed a serious talk about boundaries. She’s seriously scaring him.


        The brightening ceased before the ring blinked a bizarre pattern of black, then pink. The outside of the band appeared to be flickering like a broken television set. “I, uh. Hold on.”


        Mira abruptly burst from the bed to dig through her purse. The sight of her at this size was still beyond frightening to Lucas, but he knew there wasn’t anything he could do but wait.


        “Oh, fuck.” She said, with an odd concern to her voice. He peeled himself up from the puddle, feeling the thick layers of saliva drip down his bare skin. Squinting his eyes, he saw her staring at her phone. “It says this model is one way. I, uh, I didn’t look at the fine print.”


        Terror shattered Lucas’s sanity. “What? What do you mean one-way? Do you mean I’m stuck like this?”


        Mira stood up and marched over to Lucas’s tiny body, leaning over him with her hands on her hips. “Look, if it weren’t for your tiny $5,000 credit limit, I could have bought the more expensive one! And then you’d be back by now! Can’t we just…” Her voice abruptly turned more sultry. “Can’t we just have some fun while we figure this out?


        Lucas gasped as he saw Mira’s leg lift up, showing him the bare bottom of her foot. As it approached, he again found himself putting up his arms in a protective posture. The whirling patterns of the prints on her toes approached quickly. The thick, dry skin came into contact with his soggy, abused body, sending waves of both fear and annoyance through him. As he tried to press away the light patting of her sole, he could smell her perfume as the little fibers of the carpet peeled away.


        “Come on, Lucas. Isn’t this what you wanted? Can’t I make you happy, babe? Let’s fix this!” Mira’s voice sounded almost desperate as she continued to gently press his body into the comforter below, squishing his chest into the wet, cold puddle of her saliva.


        The intricate bands on the bottom of her foot scraped against his skin like sandpaper. Smelling of a mixture of perfume and sweat, he used the saliva’s lubrication to squeeze his way out from under her.


        “No! Mira! This has to stop! This is getting too fucked up! Can’t we go to, like, the hospital or something?” Lucas could feel his cheeks begin to sag and the area under his tongue started to swell up.


        After pulling away her foot, she pounded the ground as hard as she could, causing Lucas to whimper in instinctive fear. He felt an immediate shock of shame and terror.


        “So fuck me, right? All I wanted to do was give you everything you’ve ever wanted and now you’re telling me to fuck off? What if I just left you right now? Then what would you do?” Mira was nearly screaming. Tears welled up in her eyes.


        Still breathing heavily, Lucas tried to put on his best hostage-negotiator impression. Delirious with panic, he understood that his girlfriend wasn’t acting rationally and he needed to deftly and diplomatically talk his way out of this situation.


        Putting on a soft tone, Lucas stood up. His knees jiggling, he put his hands up in a disarming posture. “Mira, look. I love you. I just want t-”


        “Oh, fuck you, Lucas!”


        He found his feet leaving the ground yet again as he was quickly snatched up. “If I can’t give you a good time, at least you can give me a good time!” She was shouting through tears as she positioned her back on the bed. Laying with her chest up, Lucas couldn’t help but scream as he watched her milky white thighs spread apart.


        Passing over the small mass of her dark pubic hair, the sense of violation within Lucas exploded past the limit which he thought possible. Looking forward, he could see the delicate folds of Mira’s wet vagina right over her brown, puckering asshole. Unable to scream, he could only grunt as she slid his face against her sweat-covered taint.


        Slipping up against her asshole, he could feel the subtle twitches of her anus as his nude body was pressed up against it. The soft wrinkles flapped against his bare skin as he felt a transcendent disgust overwhelm him. “Stop! Mir-”


        The woman exhaled and slid him upwards, rubbing his face against the bottom curve of her vaginal entrance, inundating his face with her fluid. With a small press, Lucas found himself within her.


        Heat pulsed from every direction as the slick slop leaked from the walls. Smelling intimately of her, Lucas flailed his arms, resulting only in quivering, flooding walls.


        Through the layers of flesh, he could hear her shrieking moans as her fingers pinched his ankle, thrusting him in and out of her gushing pussy. Tasting nothing but her thick, almost metallic vaginal fluid, his screams caused a frothy bubbling to build up around his face. A vile, wet “Sh’lck” sound accompanied his exit from her crotch, causing him to inhale deeply before the next plunge.


        Blatantly using him as a sex toy, she grew wetter, the friction causing a clinging heat as he continued to rub against the inner cavern of her sex.


        “Yes! Lucas! Yes! Like that! Ungh!” He heard from the other side of her body, as though she were in another room and his ears were full of sea water. Desperately thrashing, he found himself on the brink of passing out as his air grew thin. It was almost as though she timed it. As soon as he was ready to go unconscious, he found himself inhaling another lungful of air thick with the scent of her crotch sweat before being plugged back within her.


        As she continued to leak over his body, he felt as though her fluids were not only staining his skin, but also his soul. His own sweat and scent washed away, replaced completely with hers. Plucked out of her pussy, he could hear her breathing deeply, even over his own ragged breaths. Held upside-down by his calf, he watched the slow drizzle of hot fluid drip off of his soaked hair, leaving a thin trail over Mira’s pubic hairs and lower belly.


        Plopped right between her breasts, Lucas collapsed in the second puddle of the day. Coughing, squinting his eyes, feeling a burning sensation begin to dissipate, he sneezed out a thick glob of vaginal fluid that found its way lodged up his nasal cavity.


        “Mira… please… stop…” His voice didn’t sound like his own anymore. Each word he eked out sounded gravely and hoarse. Every cell in his body urged him to flee from her, but he could only see a vast field of her skin, blushed from her recent orgasm, gently rising up and down with her breath.


        Another lurch upwards. Now completely limp, Lucas watched Mira’s immense face below smiling in her devious, familiar expression.


        “You know, no one has to know what happened here,” she stated coldly.


        Lucas blinked, feeling her pussy fluid softly glue his eyelids together. He couldn’t respond other than through coughing.


        A slow descent resulted in a deathly panic. Any exhaustion Lucas felt within him immediately shattered, replaced instead with a mortal terror. His eye twitched as he watched Mira’s jaw lower, exposing her glistening uvula and her dark, arching throat.


        After coughing up another glob of bubbling froth, he tried to shout for her to stop, but he could only make pathetic, pleading noises. Her hot breath began to waft over him as he saw her unique, beautiful mouth begin to overtake him. Her perfect teeth, her soft-looking tongue coated with thousands of little taste buds, her tonsils hidden away near the back of her throat. His limp, defeated body couldn’t even resist as her lips wrapped around his body.


        Now quivering in terror, he tried to press away, but the suction of her lips easily overpowered him, taking him in as if he were a tiny noodle. Again, wrapped within the warmth of her mouth, Lucas found himself sinking into her. Her tongue, now a vertical wall, was impossible to climb. Gravity took hold as he found his feet battering against her uvula and soft palate. Exhausted panic took hold as he felt the top arch of her throat slide over his bare back.


        Disc-shaped taste buds glided over him as he continued his descent. Her tongue, nor jaw moved. The eerie stillness of his girlfriend set into him how truly overpowered he was. Mira’s warmth wrapped around him as he slid deep into the back of her throat with a bubbling clump of saliva.


        The sound of her swallowing sent him into a hallucinating spiral. In spite of the pure darkness, he could see brightly-colored fractals blasting through his field of vision, pulsing with his rapid heartbeat. Unable to hear anything but Mira’s thundering heart and her bubbling innards, Lucas felt himself grow truly limp as his mind retreated into another world. Squinting his eyes as hard as he could as the peristaltic motion of Mira’s esophagus dragged him deeply into her body, he felt truly confused and betrayed. Even this morning, he never would have thought that Mira could have been so horrifically cruel. To doom him to an unthinkable fate within her.


        “At least we’ll be together forever.” Her high-pitched voice boomed from every direction. From his perspective, it may as well be the voice of God.


        Spluttering through the entrance of her stomach, Lucas found himself quickly deposited into a digesting slurry of hour-old sushi. The scent was an immediate assault on both his nostrils and his sinuses. Sour, vomitous stench immediately brutalized the inner cavities of his head, so thick that it clung to him.


        Cords of mucus dripped from the ceiling as he sunk into the digesting mash below. Unable to even swim in the thick slime, he could still feel the distinct texture of half-digested, mushy rice over his bare, ooze-covered skin.


        His eyes immediately stung as the heat continued to pound against him. The wall behind him abruptly turned into the ceiling as he could sense Mira sitting back upright. A tidal wave of half-digested vomit covered his miniscule body as he became one with the chyme.


        Unable to tell which way was up or down, the mixture he was embedded in was barely thick enough for him to push against. The chunky slop simply pressed through his fingers and toes as he attempted to swim.


        Intense disgust overwhelmed his emotional world, washing out any other sense of who the person was who had just consumed him. The stomach that surrounded him, pressed into action by the sudden movement, began to warp and churn. In the thick current of the puke, Lucas was forced up into the crevice formed by two different stomach wrinkles.


        Immediately slathered with her mucus, the relentless heat continued to etch against his nudity, turning the numbness over his body into an all-encompassing itch. While his eyes continued to burn, he began to feel a similar form of agony between his toes and on his ragingly hard penis.


A sense of shame came over him. In spite of the fact that he knew he was going to die, he couldn’t help but feel incredibly turned on at this fact. To be broken down by Mira’s stomach and used for whatever her body saw fit. He may turn into her breasts or legs. Or most of his body may be passed through as pure waste. It wasn’t up to him, nor even Mira. His fate was entirely determined by the involuntary processes of her body, the same forces now pressing him up against a hot, undulating stomach wrinkle.


Inhaling the toxic fumes of Mira’s digesting lunch, Lucas pressed his hands up against his face. Unable to process what he was feeling, he prodded around to find that his skin had softened and swollen to the point of being completely unrecognizable. Puffy welts appeared, stretching under his beard, sensitive to the point where he could feel the top layer of his skin begin to slough off.


Wailing in horror, he tried to claw his way up the sheer stomach wall in a desperate, panicked attempt to find his way out, but he knew he was truly doomed. Exhausted with the effort, Lucas sunk deeper and deeper into the churning mash after each time he thrust his arm up. Growing exhausted, he spat out chunks of rice and half-digested fish, causing him to retch in pure revulsion.


In a renewed effort, barely keeping his face above the murky ocean of his girlfriend’s puke, he tried to slap the wall to at least get her attention. Only able to weakly strike the mucus-covered flesh, he felt his fingernails slip away from their placements before finally sinking under the surface.


Complete darkness surrounded him from all angles as the itching fluid poured into his mouth and nose. Still hallucinating the brightly-colored fractals, he sensed them move much more quickly as his body detected a hopeless lack of air. Twitching as he continued to drop within the acidic slurry, he squeezed his jaw tightly, feeling a mushy grain of rice pressed between his teeth.


Vomiting out of pure antipathy, he imagined what Mira must look like right now through the sea of relentless, visual hallucinations. As the puke entered his lungs, he was transfixed upon her beautiful face, left with a feeling of emptiness and confusion before his inner light was extinguished.


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        Mira sat on Lucas’s bed hearing the bubbling emanating from her stomach. Staring at the black ring between her fingers, her thoughts were split between a guilt-tinged glee and an intense regret. She knew she had to keep this thing a secret, but how could she have been so stupid as to not read the fine print?


        She bit her lip, rubbed her belly, and couldn’t stop herself from giggling as the glee won. Rolling back on to her belly, she pictured what it must be like for her tiny boyfriend to be slathered in the lunch that she ended up paying for. Creeping her fingers down between her thighs, she moaned with immediate passion as she felt how wet she still was. The ghost sensation of Lucas squirming up inside her gave her an immediate rush of pleasure.


        Spreading her legs, she poked and prodded around her belly, hoping that she might feel some thrashing pulsing from within. Still on the bed, she watched her breasts bounce back and forth as she shimmied her top half in an attempt to further agitate her inner soup.


        “I’m probably wetter than you are,” she muttered breathily as she slid two fingers deep within her, pretending they’re a set of writhing legs. Curling her fingers upwards, Mira’s mind lit up in both arousal and illumination, knowing for a fact that she and Lucas were now becoming one. Pressing down hard on her stomach, she sputtered out a wet cough, thinking about how he must be splashing around inside her. No hope of escape. For the rest of his life he’d be experiencing her and only her using every one of his senses.


        “You hear me in there?” She flicked her belly, watching her skin lightly jiggle with the impact. “Not for much longer!”


        Looking down upon her ring, she saw the black circle begin to dissolve into an iridescent fog. Sighing, she found herself left with nothing. Laying back on the bed, she stared back up at the ceiling with no jewel and no boyfriend.


        With a long, drawn-out sigh, a darkness spilled over her heart in the midst of a quaking, toe-curling orgasm. Almost feeling as though his life were snuffed out at that exact moment, an odd sensation of melding crossed through her. As though his soul were now completely hers. Always and forever.


        Biting her lip, she slumped down in his bed before covering her face in shame. Tears welled up in her eyes. A dark sensation of emptiness overcame her as she knew the slurry of what was once her boyfriend was now being broken down. No more. She knew she didn’t need to do it again. Lucas was everything she wanted or needed. And now he was gone.